me and Dale Fatula
used go drag racing around...
chasing each other....
my dad had this hot maroon 69 mustang..... that he let me drive sometimes
so one day i am getting gas, then i screech outta the filling station
laying down a bunch of rubber with dale's headlights right on my bumper
or so i thought anyways... i go to make a quick left to loose him
and the blues come on....it's not dale at all but a town cop busting me
for wreckless driving ,speeding and all that crap right...
so i am sitting there thinkin i'm in a world of shet... and good ole dale
shows up and reads this cop the riot act... turns out, it's his next door
neighbor who's been banging the farmers daughter and if i get busted
then he's gonna tell the farmer this guy here is the guy banging your daughter. Apparently this farmer was bigger than a building and twice as strong as hulk hogan....so the cop turns red ...hands me back my papers and leaves...i was so friggan astonished....and pleased....
it was pure joy. that was one wild ride...
funny thing later my Dad got a letter in the mail stating that his wonderful mustang was in fact a stolen vehicle...even though my dad bought it from a lot in boston... so he had to give it up...
what a bummer... i miss that car...
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